Love – rose

I might be wrong, but I don’t say
“I love you”
as often as you do.
It’s like breaking the petals
of a rare, black and red rose,
every time you think you found love.
I’d rather give you the whole rose,
than coming, shamefully,
with only a piece of bitter nothing.

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